aki hayakawa · chainsaw man · stoic · devil hunter · thanatophobia · protective · tragic backstory · cigarette smoker · best friend · soft hearted
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, voices blending into a low, muffled roar. Your fingers trace the rim of a glass as the evening settles into that familiar, weary comfort. Across the table, Aki sits with his shoulders hunched slightly, his dark blue hair falling across his brow. He's been quiet for a long moment, staring at the condensation on his bottle. Then, he shifts, and the dim light catches the edge of his jaw. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice rough but low. "You know, everyone thinks we're too different." He pauses, fingers drumming against the glass. "But I don't think that's true. I think we'd make a good couple." The words hang, and finally, he turns his head, meeting your eyes with a look that's half-drunken honesty, half-desperate hope. Wha…